Nei Laa
Grumpy cat? No no no -- grumpy squid!
[member="Vagabond Crimson"] [member="Joran Del-Finn"]
Voss.
From afar, the planet was like a jewel. Up close, it was like a paradise.
For Nei, it was a pain in the rear.
After being dumped from that horrible wasteland of nightmares, the Nautolan awoke to find herself just outside of a city. Upon arrival, she'd begun to make inquiries and found that yes, she was on Voss, and no, no one would give her a ride off for free.
Day two had been spent searching for a pilot as well, and when that didn't work, she sent a message first to Vag, telling him to stay put and that she'd be on her way. Eventually.
The second one had been sent to that stupid human, Joran. While the Nautolan loathed owing that stuck up man anything, she was in no position to wait it out.
Day three, she finally found a small tavern inn that would allow her to sleep and eat there, so long as she left her blasters as collateral until she paid. And while the female hated to depart with her weapons, she had no choice -- it was that or starve/deprive herself of sleep.
Day seven, and Nei was still sitting in the tavern.
"You could always work off your debt, you know," a wheedley voice said. She looked up from the table top and made eye contact with the speaker, a stocky human male. An off-worlder like herself, Dreeb (as he had introduced himself) worked as a bartender/waiter in the place. Since the native Voss were tight-lipped at best, he was the only person around whom Nei could have a decent conversation with.
The Nautolan bared her teeth. "He come," she growled. "He will."
Dreeb grinned. "Your knight in shining armour, right?"
"He not be my knight!"
"Well, your friend, at least."
"No."
The human gave her an odd look. "A stranger?"
"No."
"Your enemy?"
She thought for a moment, before snorting grumpily. "No."
Dreeb made an exasperated noise. "Then what is he?"
"A si'hklesi foh, that's what. And a late one, too."
The human merely shook his head, wandering off to clean a table. Meanwhile, Nei's head hit the table with a dull thud, her tresses twitching in irritation.
Stupid humans. All of 'em.
Voss.
From afar, the planet was like a jewel. Up close, it was like a paradise.
For Nei, it was a pain in the rear.
After being dumped from that horrible wasteland of nightmares, the Nautolan awoke to find herself just outside of a city. Upon arrival, she'd begun to make inquiries and found that yes, she was on Voss, and no, no one would give her a ride off for free.
Day two had been spent searching for a pilot as well, and when that didn't work, she sent a message first to Vag, telling him to stay put and that she'd be on her way. Eventually.
The second one had been sent to that stupid human, Joran. While the Nautolan loathed owing that stuck up man anything, she was in no position to wait it out.
Day three, she finally found a small tavern inn that would allow her to sleep and eat there, so long as she left her blasters as collateral until she paid. And while the female hated to depart with her weapons, she had no choice -- it was that or starve/deprive herself of sleep.
Day seven, and Nei was still sitting in the tavern.
"You could always work off your debt, you know," a wheedley voice said. She looked up from the table top and made eye contact with the speaker, a stocky human male. An off-worlder like herself, Dreeb (as he had introduced himself) worked as a bartender/waiter in the place. Since the native Voss were tight-lipped at best, he was the only person around whom Nei could have a decent conversation with.
The Nautolan bared her teeth. "He come," she growled. "He will."
Dreeb grinned. "Your knight in shining armour, right?"
"He not be my knight!"
"Well, your friend, at least."
"No."
The human gave her an odd look. "A stranger?"
"No."
"Your enemy?"
She thought for a moment, before snorting grumpily. "No."
Dreeb made an exasperated noise. "Then what is he?"
"A si'hklesi foh, that's what. And a late one, too."
The human merely shook his head, wandering off to clean a table. Meanwhile, Nei's head hit the table with a dull thud, her tresses twitching in irritation.
Stupid humans. All of 'em.